Long ago, really long ago, when I thought I might be able to write for a living I read, in one of the many manuals I read to keep any actual writing from happening, that happy stories are boring ones. The case given was high school sweethearts marry, go off to college together, graduate with honors, get fulfilling careers in the same town, have two perfect children and die peacefully in each others arms at a ripe old age. A great story to live, but not much fun to read.
And such it is with restaurant life at the moment. The dramas that have been swirling around are past, at least for me, the customers have been good as far as I can tell and the staff working well, except for an unfortunate mix-up with some friends of ours. I cried tears of joy, for the first time in my life, while dancing to Elvis Costello with my son. Even my insane landlord has given me a document that looks like an extension of my lease for 10 years after the current one expires. So, I've got little to write about, except to express gratitude that things are for the moment going swimmingly.
Meeting with friends about to open their own place was an eye-opener in terms of how far we've come. We're able to go off to SF for a few days each month, the GM is able to stay home with our beautiful son and I've been able to leave early to spend time with both of them. This was definitely not always the case and I fell really lucky that we're able to take these things for granted now.
Plus, fall is definitely arriving. I always feel more alive and in love with the world in fall than any other time of year. I brought in some rabbits and lamb shoulder and we've got a good source for hook and line ling cod. Our vintner friends are getting ready to bring in the harvest. Life is good.